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[b][Location][/b] Onboard the Skypiercer from Eshea to Estren
[b][Time][/b] Saturday, 10:30 PM
[b][Interactions][/b] [@Aeolian]

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Conversation flowed as time passed, and the hour grew late. With a busy early morning ahead, it was time for them to rest. Nia said her farewells, stepping through the door and closing it behind her as she went to find her lodgings for the evening. She noticed Bastion watching her, suspicion in his eyes, likely due to the extended time she had spent alone with his charge. Smirking, she winked at him before turning to walk away, leaving him to momentarily panic as he rushed to check on Cécile out of concern.

As she walked along the corridor, she pondered her decision not to be completely honest with Cécile. They had discussed various Regalia, even touching on his connection with Anima, yet she had avoided talking about her own. She decided that this information simply wasn’t relevant right now; there were more important matters to focus on. She could enlighten him, and it wasn't that he wouldn’t make a good candidate—in fact, quite the opposite—but that wasn’t the purpose of their reunion, and she didn’t want to complicate things.

After seeking guidance from the ship's attendants, she finally found her cabin. It was far less spacious and luxurious than Cécile’s, but that didn’t bother her. She changed into something more comfortable, as the loose fabric clung to her, then lay on the bed, as she flicked through the paper-like screen as she browsed media to gather information on who might be present at the festival. She started with Anima’s Regalia, noting his modest presence on the platform, accompanied by a recent photograph of Cécile boarding the Skypiercer.

Her earlier conversation reminded her of another name, Cassiel, so she entered his name into the search bar. She was greeted by an image of a handsome blonde man in the golden city of light, with the text below reading: "Pilgrimage requires C-Visa. Would you like to know more?" Other Regalia also featured in the media—Akuma, grinning in a photo after rescuing a little girl and her dog; the distinctive Beth attracting a sub-genre following; tales of the wandering Mathias with blurred pictures; and a clip of Aethalos performing a ceremony in Votara.

Some minor figures were mentioned or rumoured, but she couldn't help but notice the overwhelming presence of Laura Genevieve. At least nine advertisements for her appeared without Nia needing to search. Clicking on one, she was greeted by the latest cover of Allure, Laura’s bright smile and pinchable cheeks splashed across it. The headline read: "Sex with Regalia: What’s it like?" Nia’s eyebrow arched at the blatant blasphemy, reminding her why she wasn’t a fan of such magazines. Still, with the same allure as a train wreck, she scrolled through the article, only to find it filled with generic, hypothetical fluff. She tried to distract herself with a search on Bahamut, and the first result was an article suggesting weird sex rituals. She planted her palm on her face in exasperation, then turned off the screen and cast it aside. Enough of that nonsense.

Turning off the lights, she settled into bed. Tomorrow would be a long day.

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[b][Location][/b] Landow, Estren
[b][Time][/b] Sunday, 07:00 AM
[b][Interactions][/b] [@rabidbacon] [@Aeolian] [@Tlaloc]

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The conversation was interrupted by the appearance of a butterfly that gently settled on her shoulder. Nia turned her attention to it, sensing some kind of telepathic message from Cécile about a meteor shower.

As she looked up to the sky, she saw lights falling like stars, which appeared to mark the final day of the Festival. [colour=purple]"Has Uilethoir blessed us?"[/colour] she wondered aloud, and turned her gaze toward Cassiel, silently questioned him with her eyes.

The security details of various Regalia and guests began to stir, as reported by Cécile, as they started directing people toward the downtown area. Nia raised her hood over her head, and bowed politely to the Aethalos and Cassiel,  before slipping away into the crowd mysteriously. Soon, she was replaced by a throng of bustling attendants, all eager to seek an audience with their Regalia charges.
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